I once had a dream about the end of the universe.
This takes place in some distant future.

Scene 1: I, as some partially omniscent observer, am watching a black hole, and watching things disappearing into that black hole. And somehow, I know that this black hole is eventually going to be the destination of all matter in the universe. There is someone with me, next to me, and we are discussing the phenomenon. There is a large group of people in front of this black hole, gathering, and pretty much making their journey into it. My fellow observer and I are talking about this. And I suddenly think about and say to my fellow observer something to the effect of, well, if this is where everything in the universe is going to end up, then all the fire in the universe will come here, to this place, to this point, so that the universe really will end in fire. The people gathering themselves into the black hole are, I believe, some kind of religious cult. My fellow and I, upon discussing this inevitable future of the universe, come to the conclusion that in order for God to give you any consideration, any attention at all, any acknowledgment of your existence, you have to die first.

Scene 2: Somewhere in a remote, cold, desert-like place on Earth, a station was set up that is going to launch an enormous spacecraft into space on some mission. There are two teams, of course, one in the craft and one in the station. The leader of the station is a man, and the leader of the craft a woman; they are married. The ship is launched. At this point in time the wife suddenly has that revelation about God, that in order for god to acknowlege your existence and to even listen to you, and then, as a result, for you to be forgiven, you have to die first. She almost immediately goes mad with this revelation. Talking to her husband, she expresses all of this to him. He tries to calm her down as she goes hysterical. He is completely calm through this; while she is hysterical and screaming, he keeps a straight face and speaks almost monotonously. She has some control over some kind of machine equipment at the station on Earth. So playing with the controls, she makes a giant crane crash down and destroy one of the buildings, killing everyone inside. Her husband calmly asks her, "Now why did you do that?" And her response is, of course, that we all have to die first, for god to listen and help us and forgive us. She then brings the craft further back and away from Earth, spins it around and points it at the planet. It is, of course, equipped with some kind of weapon powerful enough to destroy a planet. Her husband is still calmly trying to get her to stop. He doesn't actually say it, but I know that he is trying to tell her that she gravely misunderstood the revelation. But before he can say that, she pushes the button.

And then I woke up.

All that kept running through my head was the image of her, completely mad and hysterical, screaming, "In order for God to forgive us, we have to die first!"
I don't think I was in a cold sweat, but my heart was racing and I was out of breath and out of mind.